“To the West, of course,” interrupted Tavia. “How dull you are, Nat.”
Nat grinned good-naturedly.
“The West is a large place, young lady,” he reminded her. “And one that it is possible for a lad to get pretty completely lost in.”
“We will find to-morrow what town or city he bought his ticket to,” said Dorothy. “And then we can act accordingly.”
“That sounds as if the fair Dorothy were about to get busy in earnest,” said Tavia, with a shrewd glance at her chum. “Have you made any plans yet, Doro?”
“Nothing definite,” Dorothy confessed. “I want to talk with Dad first.”
It was Major Dale himself who asked for Dorothy on the following morning, and father and daughter were closeted together for the better part of an hour.
When Dorothy at last emerged from the interview her cheeks were flushed and her mouth determined.
Tavia, who had been eagerly awaiting an opportunity to talk to her chum, was the first to notice this change in her.
“You look as though you were on the war path, Doro. What’s up?”